However, she rarely responded to him, and even pretended not to see him.

She didn't tell him when she returned to London, and seemed to regard him as a dispensable existence.

During that time, it rained every day in Bolton. Ji Changmu was reading and drinking tea alone in the manor. When he missed her, he would take out the only photo of them together and look at it carefully.

His eyes fell on the photo, and sometimes he could look at it for an entire afternoon.

The photo was taken two years ago. Time flies so fast. Two years have gone by in a blink of an eye.

The hot tea on the coffee table at hand was billowing with white mist. He sat on the rattan lounge chair, holding a corner of the photo with one hand and looking at it intently.

When he couldn't suppress his longing, he called her: "Ayuan, did you have class today?"

Qiao Muyuan had already returned to Cambridge and her classes were full. She also had her own things to do in her spare time and would not call Ji Changmu.

When he called, she said a few words in a nonchalant manner: "I'm in the self-study classroom. I'll go find the tutor later."

"Oh, when are you free? We haven't seen each other for a while."

"I'm not free."

"It's raining here and it's difficult to drive on the road. I'll go to London to find you when the rain stops."

"Don't come over, I'm very busy."

"Then I will go find you when the little white rabbit gives birth to a baby rabbit. Remember to leave me a ticket for the Christmas party."

"If you have any questions, please just go to Butler Tao. I have many classes, little free time, and my memory is not good."

"I know, you don't want to see me." Ji Changmu's voice was as soft as the mist on the coffee table at hand, dull and hoarse, and mixed with a lot of helplessness.

In the end, there is no choice but to let the flowers fall away.

There was no word on the other end either.

After a while, Qiao Muyuan said calmly: "I'm reading a book."

She hung up the phone.

Ji Changmu also put down his cell phone, and at the same time, he also placed the photo on the coffee table.

It was afternoon, it was raining continuously, and the sound of rain continued.

He was lying on the wooden chair, with the constant sound of rain in his ears, the pattering, long and short, like drops falling on his heart.

A stick of sandalwood was lit on the table, and the aroma spread out from the incense burner. The entire room was filled with sandalwood incense.

He closed his eyes, and a hazy white mist enveloped his slightly tough profile. On his three-dimensional facial features, there was a sense of helplessness that never dissipated.

Another half month passed.

The white rabbit raised by Ji Changmu gave birth to a litter of little rabbits, no more, no less, exactly five.

He only kept one and gave the rest to his students.

However, he still took a picture of a nest of little rabbits and showed it to Qiao Muyuan.

Qiao Muyuan had never been resistant to furry animals. No matter how much he didn't want to see Ji Changmu, he still looked at the picture of the bunny several times.

She didn't respond after reading it, let alone say a word.

The weather had cleared up. Ji Changmu changed into a long black coat, tied on a scarf, handed over the manor to the housekeeper, and drove to London alone.

He called Tao Wenxing in advance and knew that Qiao Muyuan was in Cambridge and was very busy recently because he had to rehearse and often came home very late.

Ji Changmu found her in a self-study classroom.

Qiao Muyuan is writing homework at the desk, her long hair falling on her shoulders, her eyebrows and eyes are full of seriousness and concentration. Sometimes when she can't write the question, she will bite the end of the pen and frown tightly, which is no different from when she was a child.

Ji Changmu did not go over to disturb her and sat in the last row of the self-study classroom.
Chapter completed!